This is the poem I wrote for Paganus Grimlove, who fought for Kirie in Crown Tourney held in spring of
AS 24 (Anno Societas 24, or mundanely 1990 CE).  It was published in the
Gallavally Traveler.
Paganus is a direct ancestor of mine on my father's side, at least in SCA terms, and remains one of
the Society's best-known archers.  Grimlove also fights florentine, which means using two swords at
once.  While I haven't lived in Caid for quite a while, I still consider myself a part of House Grimlove.  
More than once, someone has heard me at an SCA event calling "Grandpa!"  This is ironic, as
Paganus is younger than my real-life
father.  You might want to know that we used to make jokes
about Paganus getting beheaded. (You can find more about Paganus, who used to bring a famous
duck-shaped drinking vessel to revels, at

I had used the SCA name Eldwin of Gallavally, then Eldwin Leanderson, then changed to Eldwin
Nightowl, which is the name I registered.  During a transition from one name to another while writing
this poem, I used the name below.
Lord Paganus Grimlove
A Fighter Poem

by Lord Eldwin Nightowl of Gallavally
Now Paganus (or Paggie, as his friends of him did know)
Was gifted making liqueurs and a champion with the bow.
Great men this lord had beaten back while swinging his shinai;
But one day, with swords florentine, poor Paggie was to die.

While other lords and ladies fought for glory they loved dearly,
Brave Paggie fought for honor and to please his consort Kirie.
He faced a mighty knight who fought in helm with horsehair black
Who held aloft a blow-marked shield and sword of mighty whack.

Then all at once the knight gave swing and hit brave Paggie's sword--
The weapon in his right hand fell and cut into its lord.
But `though his leg was spilling blood that stained his silver greaves,
Brave Paganus took sword in hand and fought upon his knees.

But then a mighty thrust came from this knight's sword to his chest
And many feared that Paggie had found his eternal rest.
But `though the knight had walked away, another for to beat,
Brave Paganus leaned on his swords and rose up to his feet.

A tear-wet bandage then was wrapped on Paggie's leg and chest
And `though his consort cried "please stop," this brave man would not rest.
Another knight in gold and black (same colours as the first)
Did Paggie go to fight although his wounds should have been nursed.

Then suddenly both fighters swung (both fighting florentine)
And suddenly they both did fall and crash upon the green.
Then slowly they did both arise and look each other in the eyes,
And `though their consorts both gave cries,
they would not stop and yield the prize.

But Paganus, with bleeding wounds, by then could barely stand.
His fate was sealed by one more wield of sword by that knight's hand.
`Though he'd lay dying, Kirie fair just would not think him dead
`Til she removed his silver helm, and off came Paggie's head.
Paganus and I have been
great friends for years.  
Unfortunately, we both
moved and lost contact.  If
you know Paganus, please
ask him to email me at the
address on my

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